A Perfect World Page #2

Okay, boys, that's enough!

The chief's got work to do!

REPORTER:

Did the kid say anything?

- Good morning, Red.

- Good morning.

- So, what do you think?

- Looks good. Looks good.

We're very proud of this baby.

Governor ordered it so dignitaries

could ride in the parade in Dallas.

- You know President Kennedy's coming?

- Yeah, so l heard.

Latest technology.

Got an oversized engine...

...full kitchen, sleeping quarters.

Got room for gun racks.

Stove, fridge, even got a hotline phone

straight to the governor's office.

- Fine piece of machinery.

- What's more...

...soon as it comes back from Dallas,

it'll be at your disposal.

It's perfect for lots of situations.

It's a headquarters on wheels.

We'll take it.

Uh, chief? Stop taking pictures!

Red, it's just not possible.

- Governor's gotta ride in it tomorrow.

- He gave this manhunt top priority.

But, Red... Listen,

you gotta believe me. Ha, ha. Red?

- What's your name?

- Dick Suttle, the driver.

- Not anymore. Bradley?

- This man stays with his vehicle.

- You know how to work all the gadgets?

- Oh, yes, sir.

Okay, take a seat.

ADLER:

Excuse me, Red.

This here's Bobby Lee.

He's a specialist with the feds.

They want him to tag along.

[ENGlNE STARTS]

SAUNDERS:
Red, what am l supposed

to tell the governor?

Well, you tell him that, uh,

Miss Sally Gerber over there...

...from his office,

checked me out on this.

Oh, hell.

Hey!

Hello?

You coming or aren't you?

Not a scratch! You hear me, Suttle?

Not a scratch!

On the truck! On the trailer!

And you call me! You call me!

[HORN HONKING]

TERRY:

Why the hell we stopping?

- You said you had a cousin near here.

- So?

So call him. See if we can shack there

till things cool down.

[CHUCKLING]

Why'd he take the keys?

So I won't leave him.

Would you leave him?

Oh, yeah.

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING QUIETLY

ON RADIO]

TERRY:

He must've moved.

Probably couldn't have heard him

anyways, my ear's still bleeding.

- You ever try that sh*t again...

- What?

What?

You were in the middle

of threatening me.

It ain't a threat.

It's a fact.

Here, kid, take the wheel.

In two seconds, I'm gonna

break your nose.

That's a threat.

And that's a fact.

I'm gonna kill you for that.

And that's a threat.

Beginning to understand

the difference?

Phillip, listen up.

I'm gonna run in and get some smokes.

- Get beer.

- Here, hold this.

- Point it right between his eyes.

- What the hell?

If he so much as moves,

you pull the trigger.

Right here, see?

Put your finger on it.

[LAUGHING]

You're a f***ing crazy man.

That's a fact.

You're getting the hang of this.

How do? Where's your sodas?

The hot ones are there. The cold ones

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